Friday, April 30, 2010

Pancit. Or sauteed rice noodles and veggies, for you Americans.

I enjoy cooking, and I like to try new things. So when my friend Niriel gave me a pan of pancit last year, I had to have the recipe. My whole family loves this stuff.

(I eat it for breakfast. Shhh.)

My foray into authentic Filipino cooking didn't go so well, and I immediately whined to Niriel about it. She promised to let me come over and watch her make it sometime, and I jumped at the chance. Yesterday was the day.

When I got there, Niriel had everything prepped—all the chicken and veggies cut up, bowls and wok set out—and was strapping on her apron. Niriel is all about the production. I offered to help, but it was obvious I should take my little camera and stay out of the way. So I did.

Start with rice noodles, or rice sticks, as Niriel calls them.


Don't you wonder why there's a crawdad on the package? That's quite a mixing of cultures.

She set them to soak in a pan of cold water, shaking them around to loosen them up.


She uses chicken cut in small pieces, green beans, carrots, and celery cut julienne-style. Except the celery. Just cut that diagonally so it's pretty.


Isn't she awesome? I didn't have to do any of this! It was better than Food Network! There's also some cabbage around there somewhere.

Niriel turned the burner on under the wok (and what a wok! You could bathe a baby in it, it's so big!) to somewhere between medium-high and high before she set the noodles to soak, so by now it was nice and hot. She added a few tablespoons of oil and dumped in 6 or 7 minced cloves of garlic. She uses fresh. She actually wrinkled her little nose at the thought of that nasty stuff in a jar. (I'll have to remember to throw mine away . . .) And an onion that's been cut in half and sliced into half-rings.


Let it cook a few minutes until it just starts to soften, and then dump in the chicken.


Stir it around every so often and let it brown. You can add a little pepper if you want. Niriel does.


While it's browning, crumble a chicken bouillon cube in top. Or two. Niriel had these huge things that were about the size of four regular-size cubes. She used half of one here, so may two regular cubes? Add soy sauce. Keep stirring and you'll see that it starts to make an amazing, rich broth.

Can you smell it? Can you? I'm drooling on my camera.


Now dump in the green beans and stir it around for a minute. Then add the carrots.


Give it a minute or so, and then add the celery.


Now I know what you're thinking. "I don't liiiiike cooked celery!" Trust me here. Add the celery or you'll live the rest of your life in regret.

Stir it all around and let it get happy. Make a well in the center and dump in the cabbage.


 Let that steam for a minute or so and then stir it all together.

Take a picture of the cook.


Do you see the size of that wok??? That is a serious cooking tool!

Where was I? Oh yes, now dump the whole chicken/veggies mixture into a colander over a bowl so you catch the juice.


 Put the wok back on the burner and make your own broth with water, the rest of the chicken bouillon, soy sauce, oil, and pepper. Add the juice you just drained off the veggies.


Let it boil for a minute or so to get rich and yummy, and . . . oh, wait! I missed something!

Remember the noodles? Yeah, I forgot too.



Grab handfuls of them and hold them over a colander in the sink. Use scissors to cut them up a bit, otherwise you'll never be able to serve it. The entire package is just one long noodle that reaches to the next county. And for heaven's sake, don't cut your fingers. I was really concerned about Niriel cutting herself. It helped a lot.


Okay, now that the broth is happy and the noodles are manageable and drained, start putting handfuls of noodles in the broth and stirring it all around to coat them.



I'm convinced half of what makes this stuff so good is all the stirring I watched Niriel do. So stir!


Now you let the noodles absorb all the rich flavor. And stir. Not constantly—you don't want to beat them to death, just keep them evenly absorbing and cooking. Do this until the noodles are translucent and there's no more broth left.

We're getting close! Can you feel it?

Now start putting the veggies in, a little at a time. And stir. Always with the stirring and tossing.


Add some more. You don't want to skimp.


Ahhh! Close your eyes and just smelllllll that!

Oh. Sorry. I'll do it for you.


Amazing. Incredible. There's nothing like it. Hers is so much better than mine! And then Niriel asked if I wanted to try a squeeze of lemon on it. I thought she'd lost her mind, but figured how bad could it be, right?

It was even better! Sorry there's no picture—I was, um, busy. Yeah.

Niriel gave me a big pan to take home for supper along with a bag of homemade lumpia. Everybody needs a friend like her.


Niriel's youngest son, Jesse, is bored with it all. He gets to eat this all the time.


So here's the recap, in case you missed any ingredients (most of these are approximate):

1 (16-oz.) package rice sticks
6 or 7 cloves garlic, minced
1 onion, cut in half-circles
1 pound boneless chicken breast, cut in small bite-size pieces
2 cups julienned carrots
2 cups julienned green beans
2 cups celery, cut diagonally
2-3 cups shredded cabbage
4 tablespoons soy sauce (or maybe a little more. Eyeball it.)
1/2 large chicken bouillon cube (or 2 small ones)

for the broth:
2 cups water
1 tablespoon oil
1/2 large bouillon cube (or 2 small ones)
pepper
6 tablespoons soy sauce
(If you run out of broth before the noodles are done, you can always add a little more water and soy sauce.)

Enjoy! I'm going to have breakfast. Guess what I'm eating . . .

Be thankful ~

Karen

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Pancit. Coming soon to a theater near you.

WELL.

I learned how to make authentic pancit today from an authentic Filipino lady. Niriel is a good friend who makes the best noodle dish I've ever eaten. She gave me her recipe months ago and I followed it to a T.

You can guess how that went.

So when we found out Niriel's family was moving, I begged her to let me watch her make it just one time, and today was the day.

I would tell you all about it, but I'm in a pancit-induced stupor. I took 59 pictures (I'm not kidding) and made notes of all her little tricks (the ones that aren't in the recipe). Then she sent me home with a huge pan of it, plus a bag of homemade lumpia.

I love that woman.

The pancit post is coming, I promise. I just need to clear my head of rice noodles.

In the meantime, here's the latest from Deb (with the caption):

Hi! I'm obsessed with my tongue and the raisins!

At least he's not dumping boxes of pasta.

Thought for the day: For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.  2 Corinthians 5:1

Be thankful ~

Karen

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

All it takes is a new perspective.

Our pastor has been preaching a series of messages this spring on ministry—the how, the why, the when and where, and some of the issues that come up.

We can distill tonight's message into one nice, neat package: Quit yer whining and get to work.

He began with Psalm 118:24, which says, "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

Isn't that a nice verse? Doesn't it make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? That's how I always looked at it, but I have a different perspective now.

After all the talk of not being a whiner and complainer, not basing our service for the Lord on our feelings, not having a nervous breakdown when things don't go right, and not having a perpetual pity party, Dr. Don reminded us of how we tell our children You're going to like this.

Now read the verse again with a different emphasis: "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

Puts a different spin on things, doesn't it?

Be thankful ~

Karen

Shoes and purses make the world go round. And daughters.

One day I was standing at the counter in the Verizon store waiting for the nice lady to update my account, when I overheard the woman next to me complaining about her son's texting bill, which she claimed was way too high. It seems the lad did not have unlimited texting as part of his plan, and lived in denial of that little detail. He had over 40,000 texts in one month.

That's over 1300 per day.

55 an hour if he texts 24 hours a day.

Assuming he sleeps at least 6, that's 74 per hour for the 18 hours he's awake. But he's in school, so he can't be texting that whole time.

That means that during the hours when he can be texting, he must be sending/receiving over 90 per minute. Can they really type that fast? My thumbs hurt just thinking about it. (PS. At ten cents a text, that's $4000. I hope he has a job.)

Anyway, I don't text nearly that much, and what I usually get from my kids are photos. Today I got several from my daughters:

Deb is the shoe-lover in the family. She never can resist a cute pair of wedges.

Abbie loves purses, the funkier the better. Leah sent her this adorable clutch, and she was so excited she had to send me a picture.

That all got me thinking about how much I love having daughters. Deb is such a good mama already.

I have so much fun with my girls. We love to shop, eat at Chipotle, or just pile on my bed and talk and laugh. I love the people they have become, and I'm so thankful I was able to stay home with them all through their growing-up years. Their daddy knew how important it was.

What a blessing it is to be a mom.

Be thankful ~

Karen

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

There is no possible way to tie these two subjects together.

One of the things we've missed since we moved to Northern Virginia is what we call "a good whopping thunderstorm." We had them regularly in Tennessee, but I'm not sure we've had even one in the five years we've lived here. We used to get them in southeast Virginia, even had a tornado toss a pine tree across the garden one year. Our kids were devastated that it ruined all the beans.

So yesterday we were having a usual wimpy "storm" when I noticed the sound of the rain had changed. I ran for the camera to get a picture of this:

That is HAIL! Dude! Look at that stuff! It's only slightly bigger Kosher salt, but it's all we get here. We need the excitement.

About 3 minutes later, the rain stopped and the sun came out.


In other noteworthy news, I have an awesome daughter. I love her for lots of reasons, but today I love her most because she makes peanut butter cookies when I am too tired to do it.

 Isn't she sweet? And she's pretty and she cooks too. I love her.


Mmmmmm! Warm peanut butter cookies. I'll keep her.

Be thankful ~

Karen

Monday, April 26, 2010

The biggest man I've ever seen.

Man-boy and I stopped at Chipotle for a burrito after church this morning. While we were eating, the biggest man I've ever seen came in. No kidding, you can't imagine how huge this guy was without seeing him in the flesh. Man-boy tried to covertly get a picture of him, but this is all he could get:

I apologize profusely for his inherited lack of photography skills, but seriously, do you SEE that guy? He walked right past our table to get his drink, and I'm telling you, he could have been Abbie's larger than life project. His burrito was like a jelly bean in his hand.

While we were on vacation, I read the book The Blind Side (I'd rather read a book than see a movie), and I just couldn't get out of my mind that maybe this was Michael Oher in person. It wouldn't be unreasonable, really. He plays for the Baltimore Ravens, which is less than two hours from here. I totally wanted to go up to him and ask if he was, but better sense took over and I didn't. Who knows—maybe I was in the presence of football greatness and now I'll never know! If I had it to do over again, I'd ask.

Be thankful ~

Karen

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Larger than life.

One of Abbie's design projects this semester was a larger than life object. She chose to make a watch. The projects were finished last week and are now on display in DeMoss, the big main building on campus. Liberty University chancellor Jerry Falwell, Jr. made the rounds the other day checking out all the projects. He liked Abbie's so much he had his picture taken with it:


Isn't that the coolest? (I think that's his daughter with him.)

Be thankful ~

Karen

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The best magazine I ever bought, bless its heart.

Sometimes I wonder about me.

Last week Ben and I took a vacation. It was the third time we've gone away without the kids in the 26 years we've been married, and it was wonderful. We get to do what we want, when we want, without anyone's schedule or needs getting in the way. One of the things I love about a vacation is that I don't have to cook, don't have to think about what's for dinner, and don't have to clean up.

So why is it that the first day we were home, I spent all day in the kitchen? I made homemade bread, cooked a pot roast, and made strawberry shortcake. It was compulsive work, like an addict preparing a fix. I kept trying to stop and go do something else, but I kept finding myself in the kitchen with another great idea.

Part of my problem stems from no Wi-Fi in the Atlanta airport. I knew that was going to be bad news. Instead of reading blogs and wasting time on facebook, I bought a magazine, and it will be my downfall. The Best of Fine Cooking: Fresh & Quick. It had me at the cover picture—grilled mozzarella and spinach BLT:

So I sat in the airport dog-earing page after page. One of them was a recipe for Classic Strawberry Shortcakes. The biscuits are made with heavy cream and vanilla, and sprinkled lightly with sugar before baking:

Don't they look incredible? I only made half a recipe since there are only four of us at home now, but here's the recipe to serve nine:

3 cups flour
3 tablespoons sugar
1 1/2 tablespoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
12 tablespoons cold butter
1 1/2 cups heavy cream
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Mix it up like you would make biscuits and press into an 8-inch square. Let rest in the refrigerator about 20 minutes. Brush the top with heavy cream and sprinkle lightly with sugar. Cut into 9 squares and bake at 425° for about 20 minutes.

You can let them cool, but why would you? Split one open while it's still very warm and cover with strawberries.

Plop some whipped cream on there (I cheated because I'd been on vacation and didn't have enough heavy cream to make homemade. I squirted mine out of a can.)

and put the top on. Add a few more strawberries and a dollop of whipped cream on the side just to make it pretty. And because you can never have enough whipped cream, even if it does come out of a can with a nozzle.

Enjoy.


Be thankful ~

Karen

PhotoHunt: Addiction.

If addiction is a compulsive need for something, here are four of mine: coffee (not necessarily Starbucks— I'm not a coffee snob), the Bible, a good book, and knowing what time it is. I'm a slave to the clock.

Be thankful ~

Karen

Friday, April 23, 2010

Getting in touch with my roots.

I come from a long line of cooks. I don't remember my grandmother or mother ever using a boxed cake mix. No frozen lasagna, not even so much as spaghetti sauce out of a jar. They always made everything from scratch, even after my mother was teaching full-time. So naturally, I've done the same.

And now that I'm working part-time (in addition to homeschooling), it's harder than ever to keep up with it. My family is spoiled, and I can't say I'm really sorry. It would never occur to me to serve macaroni and cheese out of a box (although Abbie eats it willingly). They would revolt.

Back when I was pregnant with my fourth baby (Abbie), my midwife informed me that I was anemic. She told me I could use iron supplements, but it would be best to just eat more iron-rich foods. So I added spinach and other dark greens, but the best thing I did was buy a grain mill and a 50-pound bag of wheat and start making bread. Every day.

My iron came right up and I continued making bread for years. Did I mention we are spoiled?

Fast forward to my working days, which started about a year and a half ago. No more did the family find fresh wheat rolls in the bread drawer. Only Stroehman's. How sad, right?

So in my quest to be super-mom, I had to figure out a way to make homemade bread on a regular basis again. Enter the bread machine.


My model is quite inexpensive, about $50 at Wal-Mart. Since I don't like the bread actually baked in the machine (big square bread? with a hole in the bottom?), all I use it for is mixing the dough and letting it rise.

I took the bread recipe that's been in my family for many years and adapted it to the machine and whole wheat flour, and here it is:


Doesn't everyone have an Aunt Ethel?

So here we go. Put 3/4 cup non-fat buttermilk, 3/4 cup water, and half a stick of butter (and for heaven's sake, don't use margarine. That stuff is BAD for you!) in a glass measuring cup and nuke it for a minute. You want it to be nice and warm, and the butter to be partly melted. It's ok if it's not completely melted. Dump this in your bread machine pan.

Now the dry stuff.


On top of the warm liquid, put 4 cups whole wheat flour (I use white wheat, freshly ground), 1/2 cup regular bread flour, 3 Tablespoons sugar, 1/2 Tablespoon salt, 1/2 teaspoon baking soda, and a little less than 1 Tablespoon bread machine yeast. Add this stuff in the order it's written here, so the yeast is on top.


Stick the pan in your bread machine, set it to mix and rise, and go do something else. Read blogs, fold laundry, edit an E-Book, or take a nap.


When it beeps an hour and a half later, take the dough out and squeeze all the bubbles out of it. Form it into rolls (oil your hands first so the dough doesn't stick while you're squeezing and flattening and folding the edges under to make them pretty),


and put the rolls on a sprayed baking sheet. I usually get about 17 or 18 rolls. You could also make bread out of it, but my family is partial to rolls. Don't ask me why.


Cover the whole thing with a towel and let the rolls rise for 30-45 minutes, or until they look a little puffy. This isn't an exact science. Just give them some time to relax and get happy.


Put the pan in a preheated 375° oven and bake for 15 minutes. Your house will smell like nectar of the gods.


Slice one open right now while they're hot and put way too much butter on it. Go ahead!

Isn't it incredible?

Be thankful ~

Karen

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The princess and the Pete.

Yesterday I babysat my neighbor's kids while she went to the dispenser of torture dentist. Her youngest, whom I have dubbed Princess Petunia, loves my dog.

They have a meeting of the minds.

She wants him. He resists.

He plays hard-to-get. She grabs a handful of skin.

She won't give up. Princess Petunia's brother tries to protect Pete from further molestation.

She wants his toy

and gets it. She is the princess, right?

He bows at her feet. She adores him.

He licks the drool off her face. (Sorry Krista.)

Be thankful ~

Karen